Its about making memories worth repressing
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
the game I always play with drunk me is can-you-button-and-unbutton things? If the answer is no, go home. Usually it's his pants
Im pretty sure by the fifth subway ride after going in circles the four times prior, we all just accepted that we werent making the concert and should instead enjoy our magical weed and tequila laced journey.
How was your 8:30 class today?
Non existent. I just threw up in my water bottle on the bus.
THERE IS A WINE CUBE IN MY ASS THIS IS NOT GOING AS PLANNED
Letting two friends screw at my place in exchange for weed. This is my life.
I'm not sure... But I think I just found a porno I starred in during my black out week of '08.
You threw up on his face 22 hours ago and now he's here holding your hand. I think he likes you.
Does he know you were at a strip club taking shots of tequila right before you babysat his son?
It was fine. Until I accidentally shit on his floor.
Since when do my one night stands start sending you friend requests?
She just took all of the blankets in the house and threw them in the yard, because 'the grass was cold'..
Shes yelled my World of Warcraft name when we were having sex, I think marriage is next.
He asked me to describe my life outside work. I responded with "Home-wrecker.
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